Lyrics If I Were More Like Jesus - Clap Your Hands Say Yeah

If I were more like Jesus
I′d get down on my knees to pray
But I'm not
My daughter sits upon uncertain shoulders
I guess fate is sticking to its guns
And you stood out on the front porch shouting
There′s a soul in everything
There's a reason for all that has occurred
But I am not behind the door
I don't live there anymore
Unmitigated fever
The doctor says he just don′t know why I′ve come
Hallucinations and courageous stands
But sooner or later, boy, you know you're going under
Was that a shot fired in the distance?
Was that a knock?
Were those mumbled words yours?
How can I be sure when I am not behind the door
I don′t live there anymore
And I'm climbing this ladder
My head in the clouds
And I hope that it matters
I am having my doubts
If I were more like Jesus
I′d get down on my knees to pray
But I'm not